Mr Sagittarius, Man of Fire, among the trees, <br />Sat down and fashioned arrows out of wood and flint with ease. <br />Then passing, Lady Libra, who despite her grace and airs, <br />Was captured by the flame in him, so hid, and watched him there. <br /> <br />His craftsmanship was beautiful, he carved with speed and skill, <br />She sensed his softer music even though he'd trained to kill. <br />Our Archer took an arrow, raised his bow and stilled his mind, <br />The arrow sailed, and punctured through the tree she hid behind. <br /> <br />So here he found our Lady, and was spellbound by her eyes, <br />As bright as constellations he did not yet recognise. <br />And she adored his centaur form, admired him head to tail, <br />And he, enthralled by elegance, quite adored her simple scales. <br /> <br />He loved her constant calmness and she loved his subtle pride, <br />A love that led to asking if she'd be his balanced bride. <br />Her answer was immediate, her ‘yes' was not delayed, <br />She wanted him forever and her heart was duly weighed. <br /> <br />Orion wed them happily, the Great Bear bore the rings, <br />The Seven Sisters shone all night to zodiacal kings. <br />So Mr Sagittarius had his lady by his side, <br />But nature had dictated they were separate in the sky. <br /> <br />So loving Lady Libra made a necklace for the pain, <br />Her Archer's gilded fingertip on a Cassiopeian chain. <br />She studded it with diamonds for the eight stars of his sign, <br />She wore it for her centaur so he knew that she was fine. <br /> <br />And even now, the story goes, they spend their days as one, <br />For stars are never needed when the sky is blessed with Sun. <br />Then when they have to be apart as pictures of the night, <br />He lies next to her patient heart, so she shines twice as bright.<br /><br />Annie Jane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tale-of-mr-sagittarius-and-lady-libra/
